THE MASTER GUNS

Bitter fights protecting rights.

Rocketed nights and sickening sights.

Torn asunder, deafening thunder

Battle chaos, lost in Laos,

None can slay us, long’s they pay us.

Dedication, validation,

In formation for our nation.

Ignoring jeers, managing fears, guiding peers,

Blood/sweat/tears, twenty-four years.

Semper Fidelis!